[Verse]

Wooh, I'm so underpaid (underpaid, underpaid), but fuck it, these the under days

Got to put in work like a hundred slaves, swear that I'm so underpaid

I be gettin' straight to the money, no stops (no stops, not stops)

No fear, nigga, unafraid, it's win or die, like the Hunger Games

Wooh, I swear that I'm so underpaid

I swear that I be gettin' straight to the money

No time for the sleep, gotta handle my business

Young niggas gettin' killed, it's the cycle of life, I'm tryna break it like dishes

Young nigga grindin' hard, puttin' in that overtime (what?)

Do it all for the riches (for the riches)

No time for a hater, no thoughts for a thot (for a thot)

Middle finger to the bitches, ugh

Focused on my drive and these lines is what separates us

I'm tryna make a lane for a nigga

All these dimes hangin' 'round and they fightin' over pennies (over pennies)

Well, I'm glad you see a change in the nigga, ugh

Look, goin' Drizzy Drake on a nigga, blowin' up

And Nothing Was The Same for a nigga

Breakin' up a box, David Blaine on a nigga

Flow crack, and I whip it up a Range for a nigga

They ain't workin', they be fakin' with the hustlers

Who you think you're foolin' nigga?

Black Mamba work ethic, Kobe Bryant with the shot (with the shot)

If I don't make it, I keep shootin' nigga

Wooh, Kobe face, Kobe face, Kobe face (what)

From a place, we don't ever know we safe (naw)

Every day, niggas shootin' like it's Golden State (bop)

And tuck the burner in the bushes, that's a throwaway, ugh

Diamonds blue and yellow like it's IKEA (IKEA, IKEA)

And it's brighter than my ideas and R.I.P. to Aaliyah

But I'm one in a million, I can't stomach the feelin'

Of being broke till I'm dead, that's just so unappealin'

I murder beats, you could say I'm makin' a killin'

I'm from the streets, cookin' up to feed me a village

We gotta eat, every day I'm faced with decisions

Like do I grind and go get stacks, buy dimes and flip all that

Weight, shit 'cause I need a break boy, no Kit-Kat

Street nigga, gotta stay on my toes, boy no Tic-Tac

Nigga ridin' around with a heavy pimp and a number 1, that's Big Mac

Keep it one hundred like I'm summer days (waht)

Street smarts, reminiscent to my dumber days

Now, I'm gettin' sex money, boy, I'm fuckin' paid

But still feelin' like I'm underpaid

Wait, battle like D

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With the flow mastered and conquer the beats

The coldest flow holdin' the POTUS hostage

And watchin' the worlds monsters be monsters

Frankenstein be the Congress, Ben Franklin the gospel

[?] bringin' poilice killings to light but fuck it justice if is nothin'

Brothers still brothers and sisters still sisters, my brother even with chains on

In a way we becomin' slaves, still feelin' like we underpaid